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It might have been a week after our glimpse of Lord Lovely, that Harry, who had been expecting a letter, which, he told me, might possibly alter his plans, one afternoon came bounding on board the ship, and sprang down the hatchway into the _between-decks,_ where, in perfect solitude, I was engaged picking oakum; at which business the mate had set me, for want of any thing better.
"Hey for London, Wellingborough! " he cried. "Off tomorrow! first train-be there the same night-come! I have money to rig you all out-drop that hangman's stuff there, and away! Pah! how it smells here! Come; up you jump!"